a quiet revolution

soul mate ness

thinking.. a and a ness.. and thinking if we did life different.. how soul mate ness might come to be expected.. like sharing is in the indigenous tribes Peter talks about.. ie: they don’t say thank you.. sharing is a given

Soul Mate: Someone who is aligned with your soul and is sent to challenge, awaken and stir different parts of you in order for your soul to transcend to a higher level of consciousness and awareness. Once the lesson has been learnt, physical separation usually occurs.

i don’t know.. perhaps it was a project mate.. (if once lesson learnt separation happens).. rather than a soul mate.

Life Partner: A companion, a friend, a stable and secure individual who you can lean on, trust and depend on to help you through life. There is a mutual feeling of love and respect and you are both in sync with each others needs and wants.

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Soulmate relationships are often not forever, this is because sometimes the relationship can be too intense or there is a certain karmic energy to the relationship that sees it come to a close once the necessary lessons have been learnt

? question the not forever ness.. seems a diff term would help with that (project mate or whatever). i don’t think something as deep as a – soul – mate would be topic specific.

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When you align with your true self, you are then instantly in the vibration of meeting your soul-mate.

Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person.

– Richard Bach

whoa. james. cool..

but don’t most balloons go up..

main thinking/wondering/pondering/curiosity.. is that of… friend as good/necessity (being known by someone).. may need to schedule/commit to set times to ensure/care-take the relationship. soul mate – while perhaps not a necessity.. our greatest yearning. seems scheduling time would seem foreign/irrelevant. 24/7 ness. thinking too.. perhaps if we were free enough to know our own soul (eudaimonia ness) we’d be more inclined to find a soul mate.. less inclined to seek marriage.. as we know it. as we as humans have manufactured it. eudaimonian match seems more fitting to our fittingness.. a and a ness..

so thinking.. scarcity/limitations in having friends: time in the day. so limit number of friends (don’t know if words, ie: friend, is right)… scarcity/imitations in having soul mate: likely only run into one. so if you want it.. drop everything for it (don’t know if words, ie: everything, is right).. and/or.. no need to do (ie: drop everything or schedule) anything.. because it will be .. what it is.

is there a reachable soul mate for everyone.. then too.. how far do you take it at the group/tribe level.. can we make consensus irrelevant.. no doubt we can make it very small.. but how small.. in all the degrees of ni ness

thinking about no rules.. except free to quit.. how to make sure that’s always an option.. esp up close..

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a look through the layers.. how to be us.. shalom. nothing to prove. just sweet/deep curiosity.

I feel so lonely when I *stand alone before a great work of art. Even in Heaven one must have a beloved companion in order to enjoy it fully.

or *when the world weeps/dies..

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God lends me His heart to love you with. I asked for it when I found my own was too small, and it really holds you, and leaves you room to grow.

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In the spring, Haskell writes to Gibran in New York, channeling her unselfish love and her longing in parallel in a letter that could well be a poem:

What are you writing — and how does it go? And what are you thinking about — and how does it go? And what do you want to talk with me about? — and how do You go?

And why aren’t your arms six hours long to reach to Boston?

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And when will You come to me in a dream and make night sweeter than night?

That October, Gibran repays the “continuity of conscious togetherness” that Haskell had always trusted would bloom between them even though, and perhaps precisely because, they chose not to marry:

The most wonderful thing, Mary, is that you and I are always walking together, hand in hand, in a strangely beautiful world, unknown to other people. We both stretch one hand to receive from Life — and Life is generous indeed.

During this exhibition, (age 21 & 31) Gibran met Mary Elizabeth Haskell, a respected headmistress ten years his senior. The two formed an important friendship that lasted the rest of Gibran’s life. Haskell spent large sums of money to support Gibran and extensively edited all his English writings. Haskell’s contribution to his writing, including The Prophet, was such that by today’s standard she would be acknowledged as co-author.

Gibran died in New York City on April 10, 1931, at the age of 48. The causes were cirrhosis of the liver and tuberculosis due to prolonged serious alcoholism. Gibran started drinking seriously during or after publication of The Prophet. Several years before his death, he locked himself in his apartment, away from visitors, drinking all day.

Gibran willed the contents of his studio to Mary Haskell. There she discovered her letters to him spanning twenty-three years. She initially agreed to burn them because of their intimacy, but recognizing their historical value she saved them. She gave them, along with his letters to her which she had also saved, to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill Library before she died in 1964. Excerpts of the over six hundred letters were published in “Beloved Prophet” in 1972.

It is only where two have come together bone against bone
That those alonenesses take place, when, without warning
The sky opens over their heads to an infinite hole in space;
It is only turning at night to a lover that one learns
He is set apart like a star forever and that sleeping face
(For whom the heart has cried, for whom the frail hand burns)
Is swung out in the night alone, so luminous and still,
The waking spirit attends, the loving spirit gazes
Without communion, without touch, and comes to know at last
Out of a silence only and never when the body blazes
That love is present, that always burns alone, however steadfast.